Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 07:39:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro
Subject: Reunion With Al, Part 5, Adult Friends, 5/6
Reunion with Al, Part 5
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I'd run into Al after not having seen him for
decades. We had been enjoying stroking each other's
hard pricks, and the touch of his warm fingers on mine
was always heavenly. Likewise, I enjoyed feeling his
foreskin gliding smoothly over the firmness beneath,
until he exploded in a hot shattering orgasm.
I'd gotten to see his two younger brothers again, and
we'd enjoyed hot four-way sex, masturbating each
other's pricks to the inevitable explosions.
The older one, Tom, had a long tight foreskin that he
could not slide back over the big mushroom shaped
head, while the younger brother, Tim, had been
circumcised at birth, something he'd always regretted
because his older brothers got so much enjoyment from
their natural male anatomies.
I'd told them about techniques of foreskin
stretching, and Tom had begun inserting tubes of ever
increasing diameter into the tight nipple of his hood.
He'd made progress, and last time I'd seen him he'd
been able to bring his foreskin back half-way off the
head. Tim had also begun to stretch his shaft skin to
form a new hood, but I hadn't seen him for months, and
so did not know how much progress he'd made. Now I was
to go to Al's house that Saturday afternoon to see all
three of them again.
When Al let me in, he was butt-naked, as were his two
brothers. Tom immediately skinned his foreskin back,
saying:
"Look, I can get it back all the way now. That
stretching really worked. Want to try it?" I grasped
his prick and slid his foreskin back and forth a few
times, which made him half-hard.
"Nice," I said, giving my evaluation. "I guess it
doesn't hurt at all when I do this." I continued
working his foreskin slowly, letting him enjoy the
gliding sensation as it stretched back over his
reddish mushroom. Meanwhile, I looked at Tim's prick.
He'd made progress stretching his shaft skin, and now
it was stretched tightly over his glans, with a piece
of tape holding it shut at the end.
"No, it feels just fine," Tom said. "Tim's been doing
well too. You can see he's grown some skin." Tim
removed the tape, and the new hood slid halfway back
over his purple mushroom.
"That looks nice, Tim," I said. "You've got more
skin, and I see your tip's gotten glossy like mine."
"Yeah, it's nice and shiny, and I can feel it's more
sensitive too, now that I keep it covered 24 hours a
day." At this point Al spoke:
"Better get your clothes off, Jack, I want you to see
my new shower head. You'll really love it." I quickly
stripped and joined the three brothers in the
bathroom. In the shower, I noticed that Al had
installed a new shower head, joined to the fixture by
a six foot length of hose.
"This is one of those new flexible jobbies," he
explained as he turned on the water. "The head's
adjustable, from a spray to a hard stream." He removed
the head from its bracket and twisted the outer ring.
Now a hard, pulsing stream shot from the head, and he
aimed it at the end of my prick.
"Hey, that feels nice," I commented. "It's very
erotic."
"It's more than that," he continued. "When I make the
water hot, it makes me pee." He skinned back his prick
and turned the hot pulsing stream on the wide upper
surface of his glans. "I can't hold back," he went on.
I saw the lips of his long slit parting as his
sphincter let go, and within a second a thick stream
gushed from the end of his glans into the bottom of
the shower.
"I've got to pee too," said Tom as he retracted his
ample foreskin, which locked into the deep grove
behind his rim. Al turned the hot water stream to play
on Tom's now naked mushroom, running it over the broad
upper surface. Tom's long slit widened into a "O"
shape as his yellow stream poured from it to fall down
the drain. Now Al played the pulsing stream on the
underside of Tom's glans, and it began to swell
quickly.
"This can get you hard in seconds," Al explained to
me. "I can make myself come in about a minute with
this." I believed him, seeing the effect on Tom. For
that matter, Al's prick was also half hard from the
spray.
"My turn," said Tim as he peeled back his
half-foreskin to lock behind his ridge. All three
brothers had large tips, mushroom shaped, with high
ridges that held their hoods back. Al turned the hot
stream onto Tim's big glans, bringing forth a thick
yellow gush.
"Now you skin back," Al said to me.
"But I don't have to go," I protested.
"Maybe you don't think so, but wait till I put the
stream on your tip," Al said as Tom's expert fingers
stripped back my hood and held my prick horizontally
for Al. Like theirs, my foreskin locked behind my rim.
Al now directed the stream onto my helmet, and I felt
the hot stinging pulses hammering against the broad
upper surface of my glans. I felt a rush of sensation,
an irresistible urge to pee, and within seconds my
stream was coursing the length of my prick to pour out
onto the shower floor.
"This is amazing," I exclaimed. "I really didn't feel
like I had to go, but when you hit my tip with that
hot stream, I couldn't resist."
When we'd drained ourselves, we rinsed off and dried
each other. Tim carefully cradled my bare-headed prick
as he gently dabbed it with the towel.
"I really like the shape of your helmet," he said.
"That flaring rim looks so sexy. I could suck on your
tip all day." I then dried him, and carefully pulled
his skin as far forward as I could, which wasn't much.
His partly re-grown foreskin barely covered his rim
now that he was hard.
"I feel like oral today," Al said as he led us into
the adjoining bedroom. When he lay on the bed, I
immediately took his partly covered head into my
mouth. Al's hood covered the head completely when he
was soft, but now it had slid back to expose the front
dome of the large mushroom. I steadied his shaft with
my fingers as my tongue probed under the edge of his
hood. Meanwhile, Tom was pressing the end of his
foreskin against the forward edge of mine, in a wet
kiss as he was seeping lube copiously. I was very
aware of the delicate sensations produced by two
foreskins rubbing against each other, and this firmed
up my erection perfectly.
Tim had positioned himself so that Al's lips were
inches from the end of his prick, and now Al began
probing Tim's slit with his tongue. All of us were
hard.
"I've done you several times," I told Al, "but I've
never gotten my tongue inside Tom's foreskin because
it was too tight before. Okay if we switch? You can do
Tim."
"Yeah, let's pair off for now," Al replied. "I want
to feel how smooth Tim's tip is now that he's been
covering it for a couple of months." He and Tim faced
each other in a "69" position, and Tom and I scooted
around to do the same. Now I had Tom's hot hard prick
in front of my face and I studied it. His foreskin was
longer and thinner than mine, and although my hood
covered my glans even when erect, hiw formed a little
nipple in front. I steadied his prick with one hand
while cupping his balls with the other, feeling his
sac tighten as he became more excited.
"I want to stick my tongue in there, Tom," I said.
"I'll stick it in as deep as possible." I began
probing his foreskin nipple slowly, knowing that the
thickness of my tongue was stretching the nerve
endings in his precious hood. I felt his clasp my
prick and his tongue-tip tickled my slit, working
sideways to part the lips.
I probed deeper, and felt the little cleft of his
slit. I worked my tongue sideways, knowing that
spreading the lips would give him highly erotic
sensations. I felt him strip my foreskin back to bare
the dome of my helmet.
"Man, that hole is so cool," he said. "It pouts just
like a teardrop." His tongue worked under my tight
hood, reaching for my corona as it stretched the nerve
endings in my foreskin. The rough upper surface of his
tongue caressed the nerve endings on the top of my
helmet, and I sighed in delight. Now I pushed my
tongue farther into Tom's tight hood, tasting the
saltiness of his secretions.
"I love the smell of your cock," Tom said. "It's a
lot like mine, but still a little different."
"I love the smell and taste of yours," I countered.
Now I had Tom's big reddish mushroom totally bared,
holding the foreskin back, and my lips locked behind
his rim. I twisted my head as I used my tongue to
swipe at his slit, and this triggered his orgasm.
Tom's big mushroom pulsed in my mouth as he cried out
in ecstasy, and the first hot jet shot deep into the
back of my throat. I swallowed hard and felt his
lovely prick pulse again as his second torrent almost
drowned me. He'd removed his mouth from my prick and
pulled my foreskin forward. He was grunting and
groaning helplessly as the hot rush of his orgasm
overwhelmed his senses.
"Tom's tip is very sensitive," I heard Al say.
Apparently he and Tim had stopped to watch Tom bust
his nut, the spectacle adding to their excitement. I
pulled back hard on Tom's shaft-skin, putting tension
on the nerve endings in his foreskin and gee-string as
I removed my mouth. I knew Tom's tip was
super-sensitive, and I wanted him to enjoy the rest of
his orgasm without the friction on his tender head.
His third torrent shot into my waiting mouth, and I
swallowed again. Tom was bellowing in pure joy as
intense waves of sensation flowed through his body. I
swallowed just in time to receive his fourth stream,
and the white cream coated my tongue and palate,
flowing between my teeth was I closed my mouth to
swallow. I opened my mouth again as his fifth and
weaker jet shot from his gaping slit, and I licked the
front dome of his mushroom to catch it all.
Now Tom was in the dribbling phase of his orgasm,
still caught up in the intense sensations, but without
the pressure behind the jets. His sac was tight in my
encircling fingers, and I tugged on it to heighten his
sensations. Another jet pulsed from his slit, as my
tugging on his sac increased the power of the
contraction that gripped his cock-root. His
ejaculations slowed to a steady dribble as his orgasm
wound down, although he was still groaning. I licked
at his tender tip, scooping up the thick dribble that
had lost its milkiness and was now becoming clear. Now
the flow stopped and I pressed a fingertip into his
urethra right behind his testicles and began pushing
the residue forward. I continued milking his prick
until I'd gotten it all out, avidly tasting the juice
that seeped from his slit.
"You really came fast," I commented as I lifted my
head, noting that his eyes were still squeezed shut.
"He's gonna be that way for a while," Al said in
reply to my comment. "His tip's really sensitive from
having been covered all these years."
"You don't come that fast," Tim said to me. "Neither
does Al, and I come slowest of all because my tip's
been dry all my life."
"But now I notice you come a little faster than you
used to," Al said and then he engulfed Tim's purple
glans once more, locking his lips behind the thick
corona.
"I think you'll come pretty fast now," I said.
"You've just watched me make your brother cream, and
now your pump is primed." Tim lay flat on his back,
with Al over him, and I crept closer to take Al's hard
prick into my mouth. Although his glans and foreskin
were freshly washed, I smelled the delicious odor of
his lubricant. I held Al's foreskin tightly back as I
took his mushroom into my mouth, while my other hand
tugged at his scrotum. Tom was still on the other side
of the bed, deep in the daze that followed his climax.
I saw that Tom's softening prick lay on his stomach,
bareheaded, the glans losing the deep red color as it
shrunk.
From the corner of my eyes I saw that Tim's hips were
bucking as Al applied sensations to his turgid prick.
Granted his circumcised glans was less sensitive than
ours, but the psychic stimulation was proving to be
overpowering. Tim was grunting in time with the
bobbing of Al's head on his penis.
My tongue probed Al's slit, and I tasted the
delicious salty flavor of the lube that kept seeping
from between the long lips. Now I swiped my tongue
sideways across Al's slit, while my lips squeezed the
thick corona of his mushroom. I felt t
hat Tim was ahead of Al, and I didn't want Al to catch
up yet. I kept my tempo slow, to let Tim have his
release before Al unloaded.
Tim's grunts were louder, as his brother sucked hard
on the swollen mushroom to make him come. Tom had now
revived and was tugging at Tim's scrotum, adding to
his excitement. I knew that Tim could not last long
under this double stimulation.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard Tim grunt as his climax
began to overtake him. I knew his eyes would be closed
now as he withdrew into himself, totally focused on
the delicious sensations in his prick and balls. His
hips bucked in counterpoint to the movement of Al's
lips on his naked glans.
"OOOOWWWWW!" he cried out as the first shockwave of
orgasm overwhelmed him, and I knew that Al's mouth
would be flooded with Tim's hot cream. I stopped
sucking Al's tip for a few moments, so that he could
concentrate on pleasuring his brother.
"OOOOOWWWWW! HOWWWH!" Tim cried again, helpless in
the throes of his orgasm, and I knew his pelvic
muscles were contacting sharply to send another hot
torrent up his prick to explode into Al's mouth. Tim's
legs were trembling uncontrollably as his body
responded to the stimulation.
"He's really blowing his load this time," I heard Tom
say. "I can feel it in his balls each time he shoots."
Al continued the hard suction on Tim's swollen
mushroom, swallowing hard to keep up with the torrents
of fresh man-cream. I felt that the four of us were
joined inseparably by the magic of Tim's orgasm, which
we were working hard to accentuate.
Tim cried out a few more times before subsiding into
silence, subdued and dazed by the aftershock. We all
lay still for a minute, until Al spoke:
"Hey Tim," he asked. "Was it too much for you? Did
your tip get too sensitive? I just kept going until
you stopped coming."
"No, it never got too sensitive," Tim replied weakly.
His eyes were still closed, and he lay inert,
recovering his strength. Meanwhile, I engulfed Al's
swollen glans with my lips once more, twisting my head
to provide that delicious sideways friction on the rim
I knew he enjoyed. My tongue swiped at his slit, which
was now seeping a steady flow of salty lubricant. Al
flopped onto his back as I continued to tug at his
scrotum, and his legs began to tremble. I knew he was
primed from having watched his two brothers' orgasms,
and having tasted Tim's hot cream.
I knew Al's cream tasted very salty and smelled of
chlorine, and I was impatient to feel it in my mouth.
I wanted to feel the heavy throbs of Al's mushroom
against my tongue as I brought him to orgasm, and I
increased my pace as I heard him begin to grunt.
I felt Al's prick reacting to the stimulation. His
mushroom swelled and hardened in my mouth, its spongy
feel turning into a hard slippery surface. His scrotum
was tight between my fingers, and his shaft felt
stiffer in my hand. He was beginning to grunt and I
knew his excitement was building fast. I felt the
slippery ooze from his slit flowing around my tongue
and lips, and I swallowed hard.
Al's grunts were loud now and I knew he'd be falling
over the edge within seconds. His mind was shutting
down, his attention centered in his prick and balls,
anticipating the delicious blast of the orgasm. I
pumped my head up and down a few times, my lips
compressing the massive rim of his glans as they assed
over it.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUUUUUUNHHHH!" I heard him howl as
I felt his hard, swollen mushroom throb in my mouth.
His shaft pulsed as the first hot stream shot up
towards the fleshy exit to fill my mouth. Al's grunts
of agonized ecstasy filled the room as I swallowed the
salty cream, and a second later his hot hard glans
hammered against my tongue and palate again. Another
torrent of his life juice shot to the back of my
throat, followed by his straining glans as he bucked
his hips and thrust hard into my mouth. Al's prick
throbbed again and his third gush filled my mouth
before I'd finished swallowing the second. Al thrashed
helplessly on the bed as waves of sensation rolled
over him, and he shot again.
Now I removed my mouth, certain that his prick was
becoming super-sensitive. The head was dark pruple and
glossy with excitement. I held on to his shaft-skin
and his scrotum, pulling down hard on both, knowing
that stretching the nerve endings would augment is
climax. Meanwhile, my prick was rock-hard, the big
helmet straining against the thick tight foreskin that
encircled it. I was almost at the point of orgasm
because the feel of a man's cock throbbing and
shooting in my mouth was very arousing. I could feel
Al's orgasm vicariously with each pulse of the big
mushroom against my tongue.
I felt the touch of a hand against my prick and heard
Tom say:
"I want to dock this big cock. I'll make you come
with my skin." This almost sent me over the edge, and
I took a deep breath to try to hold off orgasm. Al's
prick continued to discharge, but now more weakly, and
I caught each drop on my tongue. His slit was still
distended by the steady ooze, and I watched Al's cream
lose its milky whiteness and become clear as he came
to the end of his climax. I felt him begin to relax as
his breathing slowed, and knew that he too was sinking
into the same daze that had overcome his brothers.
Al lay inert as I turned to Tom, who was lying on his
side facing me. The foreskin extended in a long nipple
beyond the end of his soft prick, and he grasped the
edges delicately. His fingers stretched the opening of
his thin flexible hood to show me that it was wide
enough to receive my swollen glans.
"Let's get you skinned back now," he said as he let
go of his foreskin and grasped mine, sliding it back
easily over the swollen helmet. "I want that big head
of yours inside my skin." His fingers expertly pushed
my thick fleshy covering back so that it dropped into
the deep groove behind my corona, and then he
stretched his foreskin's orifice wide as he moved his
hips forward.
"Your helmet's really dark purple," he noted as the
thin fleshy covering slid over the blunt nose of my
prick, slowly enveloping it as he thrust forward. I
felt his warm flesh clinging to the sensitive surface
of my helmet, lubricated by his copious seepage,
sending thrills down my shaft.
We lay facing each other, connected by our pricks.
With his prick soft, there was plenty of room inside
his long foreskin, and he slid his hood right to the
edge of my rim, capturing my glans in a fleshy trap.
Now he pulled his foreskin out farther, and clamped it
behind my rim with his fist. The slippery warmth
excited the nerve endings in my helmet, and I began
thrusting gently into his hood. My helmet was fully
swollen with excitement, which did not escape his
attention:
"Your big tip's so hard, you're gonna come any
second." He was right. I'd sucked him dry, and then
his brother, savoring the hot chlorine taste of their
juices as they shot helplessly inside me, and I'd
vicariously experienced both hot orgasms.
Tim was watching avidly, eyes fixed on his brother's
foreskin that enveloped my helmet. His hand dropped to
his prick, gently stroking the loose skin, compressing
his rim.
"That looks so hot," He said as he watched the
outline of my helmet moving inside Tom's foreskin. Now
he reached down between us to tug on my scrotum,
fueling my fire. Although I was trying to relax, I
felt the tension build inside me, and my stomach
muscles tightened. My breathing became heavier, as I
felt myself being carried away on waves of excitement.
"I just love the way that big tip feels inside me,"
said Tom as he clamped his fingers more tightly around
my corona. The added friction made the rim tingle, and
I knew that the tingly feeling would soon spread
through my glans. I felt the familiar ache in my
helmet that told me I needed relief soon, and now the
ache turned into a hot tingle. My eyes closed as I
began to grunt helplessly, my awareness of the outside
world fading as my attention turned exclusively to the
hot sensations in my prick and scrotum.
Tim tugged hard on my sac as Tom twisted his fist,
spinning his tight foreskin around my corona, and then
the tingly feeling exploded, sending a hot bolt of
sensation down my shaft.
I cried out helplessly as my cock-root contracted
sharply, squirting the first load of cream into my
tube. The first hot discharge burned its way to my
glans, where it slammed through the lips of my slit,
distending it as it filled Tom's foreskin. I felt the
hot fluid bathing my glans as it swirled over the
broad upper surface and into the vee-groove under the
head. My cock-root tightened again to send a second
discharge gushing from the distended lips of my slit,
and the hot liquid made Tom's hood balloon as it
swirled around my helmet right down to the rim.
I cried out again as another torrent of cream rushed
up my tube to burst from my helmet, this time
beginning to leak from the edge of Tom's distended
foreskin.
"You're really creamin' this time," I thought I heard
Tim say in the distance. The words barely penetrated
my consciousness because I was caught up in the throes
of my orgasm. I felt another hand close around the
base of my shaft, feeling the pulses as my
contractions continued.
My tip became super-sensitive, but the layer of semen
was so thick between my helmet and tom's foreskin that
I was just sliding around on a film of cream. My
cock-root contracted again, sending a throb up my
prick to the helmet as more sperm poured from my
straining glans.
The next contraction was weaker, and now I was just
moaning as it poured from my meatus to distend Tom's
tightly stretched hood still further. My discharges
slowed to a steady seepage, and I felt myself coming
down off the high. My body began to relax, and I felt
myself sinking into the same daze that had enveloped
the three brothers after their orgasms. Tom's fist
relaxed, and I lay on my back, enjoying the afterglow.
"I really loved feeling your hot helmet inside me,"
Tom said. "Each time you shot, I felt it throb against
my tip. And my skin stretched even more."
"I've gotta dock with you!" I heard Tim's agonized
voice say, and I opened my eyes to see him laying down
between me and his brother. "I've gotta slide in on
his jizz," he continued as he thrust his now hard
prick at Tom's foreskin.
The dark purple glans thrust forward, and the skin of
his shaft was stretched tightly behind his rim as Tom
pulled the floppy end of his foreskin open to
accommodate his brother. With a loud cry, Tim pushed
his straining mushroom into the hood and began moving
to build up the hot friction that he craved.
Tim was now thrusting hard, distending his brother's
foreskin with his big hot mushroom, and his eyes were
closed. I reached between his legs and grasped the
skin of his tight scrotum, pulling it down towards his
knees.
Tim's loud cry told us that he was beginning to
discharge, and I imagined the hot cream pouring from
his slit to fill his brother's foreskin. Tom was
clamping his thumb and index fingers behind Tim's rim,
holding the edge of the foreskin firmly in place,
catching all of his brother's hot loads in his flesh.
Al was propped up on an elbow, taking in the
spectacle.
My prick was softening, the bare head standing out
beyond the fleshy collar of foreskin, white and creamy
with my discharge. I slid my foreskin forward as Tim
continued to cry out with each hot spasm that filled
his body. Now I saw Tim's cream seeping around the
edge of Tom's ballooning foreskin, which was still
clamped around the neck of Tim's penis.
Tom twisted his fist to increase Tim's sensations as
the distended foreskin caressed the rim of his
mushroom. Tim cried out again, totally enthralled by
the new and unfamiliar sensations. The two brothers
clung to each other as Tim's orgasm began to slow. Now
Tom let go of his distended foreskin and a thick gush
of cream flowed easily between the edge of the hood
and the neck of Tim's still throbbing prick.
Tim sighed and flopped onto his back, pulling his
hard and swollen tip from Tom's hood. His prick lay on
his stomach, pointing toward his navel, as the last
drops seeped from its slit. Tom pressed his fingertip
into the urethra at the base of Tim's shaft, milking
the residue forward to flow down onto Tim's stomach.
Tim was dazed by the explosion as his prick began to
soften, and he lay utterly still, oblivious to the
world. We lay down beside him on both sides, arms
outstretched over his body, as we sank into sleep.
End Of Part 5